Today on the bus home from work it got full enough that someone actually sat next to me. In fact he, dressed in nice dress shirt and pants, seemed to even make a point of sitting next to me, so proper and precisely in the seat that he rubbed against my arm the entire ride.

On the one hand it was kind of nice, but he also reeked of smoke and alcohol so that blunted any ideas. Most of the ride I just minded my own business reading a workshop piece for tonight's class. Speaking of which, I need to get back to that; another 20 pages to go in less than 45 minutes.

Current Location:Seattle, WACurrent Mood: mischievousCurrent Music: "Love At Heart" by "Blackmill" on "Miracle"